User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3135907-20150405042403/@comment-2246928-20150414153316

Skrodd swallowed, his paw tightening around his spearhandle. "Reckon there's a few of 'em livin' 'ereabouts, surely not enough fer a real attack though."

"We don't know that!" Burrad snapped. He sighed, rubbing his temples with his paws as he turned away from the woods and made his way towards the fire made for him and his lieutenants, dropping down in front of it as a runty fox scurried out of his way, nearly dropping an armful of kindling. "You two are goin' scoutin' arter brekkist- No, do it now. Mebbe y'll catch some birds. Yew two got slings?"

Skrodd shrugged unhelpfully, earning another heavy sigh. "Agh, surrounded by idjits! Go find Larvey 'n' Rocnose, they're bound t' have some. 'N' don't BLOODY COME BACK wivvout birdflesh!"

The tall fox ducked back in order to avoid any missiles the irate weasel might begin slinging at him, casting a glance towards Raspentail. "C'mon, those fools 're bound t' be nearby."